"comps" poems - Hello Poetry

TikTok comps Russian bots Makeup tutorials "I'm not like other girls" Trolls and incels BuzzFeed articles Gay fan fiction Many a pun Demonetization Censorship People hiring hitmen Buy some hair clips Twitter ramblings Anti-vaxxers Flat earthers And a partridge in a pear tree

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Aug 2, 2020

Aug 2, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC

itsover9000

The Internet

TikTok comps Russian bots Makeup tutorials "I'm not like other girls" Trolls and incels BuzzFeed articles Gay fan fiction Many a pun Demonetization Censorship People hiring hitmen Buy some hair clips Twitter ramblings Anti-vaxxers Flat earthers And a partridge in a pear tree

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computers gone bananas it's driving me insane the pages scrolling up and down then down and up again replying to the poems is taking me an age I click onto the comment box go to another page....:o( so if I'm seeming tardy please do not take offence it isn't that I'm snubbing you comps down is my defence

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Nov 4, 2012

Nov 4, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC

eileen-prunster

what the....

computers gone bananas it's driving me insane the pages scrolling up and down then down and up again replying to the poems is taking me an age I click onto the comment box go to another page....:o( so if I'm seeming tardy please do not take offence it isn't that I'm snubbing you comps down is my defence

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creator, creations, creatures, chance, choose, changes, poems poet poetry above and beyond infinity Earth Wind Water and fire through our eyes, we can lire British or French language Filipino, American, has own luggage everyone weighing its burden somebody carrying that origin coming from nowhere existing and now here Just like the "r e m i n d e r" by Christina and the fact about the "5 SENSES" by Craig Harrison who gave me stamina for me to wreck those concrete fences le comps in her "Learn something new every day," "Maybe It Is Just An Idea" by Christian Danner and "when the words flow" of SoulSurvivor helps me to realized "the cycle of eternity"

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

" the cycle of eternity "

creator, creations, creatures, chance, choose, changes, poems poet poetry above and beyond infinity Earth Wind Water and fire through our eyes, we can lire British or French language Filipino, American, has own luggage everyone weighing its burden somebody carrying that origin coming from nowhere existing and now here Just like the "r e m i n d e r" by Christina and the fact about the "5 SENSES" by Craig Harrison who gave me stamina for me to wreck those concrete fences le comps in her "Learn something new every day," "Maybe It Is Just An Idea" by Christian Danner and "when the words flow" of SoulSurvivor helps me to realized "the cycle of eternity"

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Searching through the comments Wandering through the photos Maybe in the compliments Or perhaps in the responses? Where is this joy My heart so longs for? Why does it deplete Ever so often? But I know of everlasting joy; Not found in the comments, Nor in the responses or comps But in the never changing Father, The I AM that I AM.

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC

hephil

Joy

Searching through the comments Wandering through the photos Maybe in the compliments Or perhaps in the responses? Where is this joy My heart so longs for? Why does it deplete Ever so often? But I know of everlasting joy; Not found in the comments, Nor in the responses or comps But in the never changing Father, The I AM that I AM.

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Sonnets, impromptu speeches, Conclusions of comps Happiness = loving career!

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Jan 17, 2013

Jan 17, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC

chuck-1

Work (Reverse Haiku)

Sonnets, impromptu speeches, Conclusions of comps Happiness = loving career!

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Nothing would be better Nothing could be more That life of empty wine bottles Rom comps on the tv You nuzzled deep into my chest arms around your waste A filled living room couch So drunk Dreaming thoughts of you, and you of me So drunk

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC

Courtlyn-Daun-Quay

Drunk Love

Nothing would be better Nothing could be more That life of empty wine bottles Rom comps on the tv You nuzzled deep into my chest arms around your waste A filled living room couch So drunk Dreaming thoughts of you, and you of me So drunk

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****** oathe I am cool, mate Don’t ya think I am the coolest dude in Canberra Don’t ya think I really oh really the coolest dude around I am cool very cool yes indeed ****** oathe I am very cool Don’t ya think I know how to be very cool Don’t ya think Everyone in this town Thinks I am so cool ****** oathe I am cool Don’t ya think I am into watching football I am into watching Netflix I love life when I go out anywhere I like watching sports like skateboarding comps Because that kind of sport makes me cool I have memories of being at the skatepark having fun I never could ride a board mate But I still had fun Everybody knows I am the coolest dude around And nobody can take my cool away ****** oathe I am cool mate Oh yes I am I used to party in the clubs drinking gross drinks What I can’t understand why people choose to follow in my footsteps Maybe it is because I am so cool ****** oathe I am cool Everyone I know people like me, ****** oathe. I know ****** is rude but it is still cool oh yeah I am cooler than everyone

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

****** oath i am cool, don't ya think

****** oathe I am cool, mate Don’t ya think I am the coolest dude in Canberra Don’t ya think I really oh really the coolest dude around I am cool very cool yes indeed ****** oathe I am very cool Don’t ya think I know how to be very cool Don’t ya think Everyone in this town Thinks I am so cool ****** oathe I am cool Don’t ya think I am into watching football I am into watching Netflix I love life when I go out anywhere I like watching sports like skateboarding comps Because that kind of sport makes me cool I have memories of being at the skatepark having fun I never could ride a board mate But I still had fun Everybody knows I am the coolest dude around And nobody can take my cool away ****** oathe I am cool mate Oh yes I am I used to party in the clubs drinking gross drinks What I can’t understand why people choose to follow in my footsteps Maybe it is because I am so cool ****** oathe I am cool Everyone I know people like me, ****** oathe. I know ****** is rude but it is still cool oh yeah I am cooler than everyone

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Two old men in my magi class, were walking in a public garden, during the scare in the air, they touch at few common points, five years experience more or less, in any given field of function, they share in broad bubbles of common comps, experience wise. One marriage... both have had one, not the same one Exposure to radio music and commentary from birth... not the same music, not the same commentary Aware of war roles and support roles, from first words onward, aware of being one of a we, who are the children of the winners, except, the enemy remains, they shoulda stomped Stailin into Hell, ever'body knew, we did, too... though my 1948 vintage, was leavened with Hiroshima, in vitro, and in seed, touched a bit by events near Alamogordo, where my daddy participated in war ending events, this other old dude, he never saw that way, what I mention seeing, today. Hell is for heros. I think aloud. My dad was an accountant, with a night school degree, four kids, woulda been five, but Peggy died, infant cancer, some anomoly in the wind, was the rumor, where we lived, south of the Nevada desert through which our northern breezes list, licking up dust devils to twist novel substance into threads of thought to think in time, as the virus spreads, peace takes its chance, right on or dead on, dead center, spot on, too right, smack dab hit it, and the skier rises from the vortex, towed by that line linking me to the countenance, encountered, mirror neuron tronic magi-missed spells, dangling mod if I were yous used as iusta use pennies behind fuses, I owe you, nothing, but to define my terms, ere I dare con verse with you. Okeh? Same page, two old men walking along, talking often, one to the other, one to himself, each knowing himself, each wondering the other saw what each noticed, with a nod, saying, yeah, I was thinking you mighta noticed that. Life's fun. But near the end, it becomes so believable, that it works, despite our own seeming disfunction.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Old men on a walk

Two old men in my magi class, were walking in a public garden, during the scare in the air, they touch at few common points, five years experience more or less, in any given field of function, they share in broad bubbles of common comps, experience wise. One marriage... both have had one, not the same one Exposure to radio music and commentary from birth... not the same music, not the same commentary Aware of war roles and support roles, from first words onward, aware of being one of a we, who are the children of the winners, except, the enemy remains, they shoulda stomped Stailin into Hell, ever'body knew, we did, too... though my 1948 vintage, was leavened with Hiroshima, in vitro, and in seed, touched a bit by events near Alamogordo, where my daddy participated in war ending events, this other old dude, he never saw that way, what I mention seeing, today. Hell is for heros. I think aloud. My dad was an accountant, with a night school degree, four kids, woulda been five, but Peggy died, infant cancer, some anomoly in the wind, was the rumor, where we lived, south of the Nevada desert through which our northern breezes list, licking up dust devils to twist novel substance into threads of thought to think in time, as the virus spreads, peace takes its chance, right on or dead on, dead center, spot on, too right, smack dab hit it, and the skier rises from the vortex, towed by that line linking me to the countenance, encountered, mirror neuron tronic magi-missed spells, dangling mod if I were yous used as iusta use pennies behind fuses, I owe you, nothing, but to define my terms, ere I dare con verse with you. Okeh? Same page, two old men walking along, talking often, one to the other, one to himself, each knowing himself, each wondering the other saw what each noticed, with a nod, saying, yeah, I was thinking you mighta noticed that. Life's fun. But near the end, it becomes so believable, that it works, despite our own seeming disfunction.

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yeah everybody peep me and my scenery in the ghettos where y'all find me sippin' cheap brewery with the flossin jewelry breakin the slavery mentality placed on me since I was a baby I knew something was wrong white superiority think they got the authority to rule ove us blacks as a minority but majority waking up to the ******** blacks folks history ain't start on no slave ships that's just a cover to keeps us under the thrills of the concrete jungle yeah we rumble as problems grow thicker than Louisiana gumbo I know I'm infinite with this rhyme I kick like cement laid to bricks I'm building foundation unification to the black nation fist in the air guns right here waitin for their infiltration cuz.... breaking suspense cuz I'm angelic sent In the forms of embezzlement hell naw this ain't embellishment tryna **** The racist *** establishment they got me bent crooked I in the media eyes lies told on the tv screen Envisions us in a prisons dream and it seems they get off on the blacks man's bling but hate it when we sing about the cultural things that destroy our demeans I'm after the cream with my team yeah we taking over better discover nations soon to uncover the lost treasures my black skin is a curse and blessing got em stressing and guessing my next moves which proves my point let gun anoint ya mind body and soul I see you growing cold that's just the entrance through hells vestibule knocking out comps like Marciano black as Othello paint a perfect ****** call me the rap Michelangelo if you ain't feelin my flow meet ya wifey death it's six feet below come on....

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

the Love Song

yeah everybody peep me and my scenery in the ghettos where y'all find me sippin' cheap brewery with the flossin jewelry breakin the slavery mentality placed on me since I was a baby I knew something was wrong white superiority think they got the authority to rule ove us blacks as a minority but majority waking up to the ******** blacks folks history ain't start on no slave ships that's just a cover to keeps us under the thrills of the concrete jungle yeah we rumble as problems grow thicker than Louisiana gumbo I know I'm infinite with this rhyme I kick like cement laid to bricks I'm building foundation unification to the black nation fist in the air guns right here waitin for their infiltration cuz.... breaking suspense cuz I'm angelic sent In the forms of embezzlement hell naw this ain't embellishment tryna **** The racist *** establishment they got me bent crooked I in the media eyes lies told on the tv screen Envisions us in a prisons dream and it seems they get off on the blacks man's bling but hate it when we sing about the cultural things that destroy our demeans I'm after the cream with my team yeah we taking over better discover nations soon to uncover the lost treasures my black skin is a curse and blessing got em stressing and guessing my next moves which proves my point let gun anoint ya mind body and soul I see you growing cold that's just the entrance through hells vestibule knocking out comps like Marciano black as Othello paint a perfect ****** call me the rap Michelangelo if you ain't feelin my flow meet ya wifey death it's six feet below come on....

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